2. August. “I am solar” by Eric Shoemaker

I am solar.
yes, there is
a map in me—
can you dig it?
a system within
fuel and rock it
through star-fields
showers of pulverized
rusting trinket organs
valium-ized
throbbing weaponry
for intergalactic hob-knob:
acid rain I
drink down the pipes;
I fill me up
until I die like day.